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[ananym]

Who: Alucard + You
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: SS Red Fish
When: Right now!

[ broadcast. ]

[ when alucard woke up, he saw metal and wondered briefly if he was trapped in another coffin. but clarity comes soon after and he notices the bright, strange lights. similar to the kind that reside in his father's castle but . . . better developed. smoother, even. alucard rises into the air before letting his feet touch the ground. strange as this may seem, alucard isn't one to panic. answers will come and he will find them. at the very least, this does not seem to be his father's work.

one could consider that a mercy.

after some time, alucard finally finds the communicator and manages to turn it on. people would notice immediately that he is extremely pale and handsome. they would also notice he's bare chested. when he speaks, it's polite and soft. ]

Greetings.

[ a pause as alucard wonders if it is working. still he forges on. ]

I seem to be missing a few of my clothes. Particularly my shirt. Where might I find some?

Comments

[ananym]

[ softly. ]

I am sorry. It is hard to help one's nature.

[spellsteal]

It's true. We can't help what we are any more than a dragon can help being made of the stuff. Magic is magic.

[He rubs at his face, not wanting to dwell on this fact for too long.]

Whatever the case, I am something of a cook if the slop that comes out of the machine doesn't meet your standards. I don't mind helping a little-- I've got plenty of time.

[ananym]

[ he smiles, gentle. ]

I will certainly keep that in mind. I have missed eating.

[spellsteal]

[He's so... nice... what the hell...]

Everyone should have the chance to eat like a noble.

[ananym]

[ he is. though he can be a little shit too. ]

Oh? Now I shall await your cooking eagerly.

[spellsteal]

[Belth actually smiles a little, though he's too shy to look up when he does it.]

I've worked in a few magisters' kitchens in my time.

[ananym]

Impressive.

[ and he means that. ]

If I may ask, how old are you?

[spellsteal]

[His pale cheeks pinken, but he hopes it's not too obvious... He's not used to compliments or flattery.]

A-- a fair question, considering how long elves live. I'm nineteen, though I haven't stopped aging yet. It'll probably be a few years before that happens.

[ananym]

Ah. Then you are a year younger than myself.

[ he doesn't look twenty, but alucard aged very quickly before settling. ]

[spellsteal]

I'm... somewhat petite, so I know I look younger, but... Your calm manner led me to think you were a little older than that.

There's no telling age when non-humans are involved, is there?

[ananym]

My parents taught me well in that regard.

And no. I aged quickly due to my mixed bloodline.

[spellsteal]

So they did. [He's fascinated now.] Wait, you aged quicker? Usually it's the opposite.

[ananym]

I am aware. I am unlikely to age any further now.

[spellsteal]

Still, you must have been extremely curious and astute as a child, growing up like that... Did you read like your life depended on it, too?

[ananym]

Oh, yes. Both my parents were esteemed scholars and our home was a repository for almost all knowledge to exist in our world.

Reading was a given.

[spellsteal]

Light. If my house had a library like that, I'd never come out.

I can't imagine the depths of what you know, but I'm always looking for new magical techniques should you stumble on something. I truly believe that to free ourselves of Atroma, we'll have to write our own spell.

[ananym]

[ magic, huh? he imagines the speaker he met would like that. ]

Of course. I do not specialize in magic but I have read enough literature on the subject.